She’s beautiful. And I just saw her naked with a vibrator between her legs. Not something I’ll be able to erase from my memory anytime soon.
Not something I want to erase from my memory.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were expecting me. I was hired to work for you by Storm Security.”
“Yes, but you were supposed to arrive later, and I didn’t think you’d appear inside my bedroom.” She glares at me. “People usually announce their arrival first. They don’t burst into my house without knocking.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that already.” Her eyes narrow.
“I heard moans and thought you were in trouble.” Everything about her says trouble.
Screams,trouble.
“How much did you see?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
“Don't you knock? Or did they not teach that in Bodyguard School?”
“Security takes precedence over etiquette, Miss Valeur.”
“Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine? I'll add 'sense of humor' to your shopping list.”
The image of her floats before my eyes. Fuck. “I knocked. I even called. There was no answer.”
She glances at the phone resting on the nightstand beside her bed. “Ah, yes. I ignored the ring because I was… Because I was… Well, in the middle…and didn’t recognize the number.”
I bite my lip and resist saying something inappropriate. “Where’s your gun?”
“Uh… What?”
“You said earlier you had a gun.”
“I lied. I thought you were a burglar.”
I nod. Nice. She’s got balls.
“Wait downstairs. We need to talk.” She sits up, holding the blanket above her breasts.
I nod. “Yes, ma’am.” I go back down to the living room and begin pacing back and forth. I screwed up. Big time. There’s no way she won’t complain about what happened, and I’m going to lose this job before it even starts. Not that I care, but I don’t want to lose my entry ticket into the extraction team because of it.
A few minutes later, she descends the stairs, wrapped in a satin robe. She's still blushing, a soft pink tinge on her cheeks, but there's steel in her azure gaze that makes me stand a little straighter.
However, what really catches me off guard is her scent. Itwafts toward me, an intoxicating mixture of summer fruits and raw sensuality. It reminds me of sun-warmed skin and beach sex. Something I haven't experienced in some time now. I swallow hard, trying to maintain my professional demeanor as my body betrays me with an unwelcome twitch.
She stops a few feet away from me, arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes, cold as arctic ice now, scan me from head to toe.
“So, tell me,” she begins, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “does Storm Security usually send Peeping Toms, or am I exceptionally lucky?”
“I assure you, that wasn't my intention,” I say, heat creeping up my neck. “I'm here to protect you, not...whatever that looked like.”
“It looked like you breaking into my home and invading my privacy,” she says, her eyes narrowing. “And you weren't supposed to arrive until tomorrow.”
“My flight was changed. I thought they updated you.”
She tilts her head, a strand of golden hair falling loose. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you right now.”
